WHO WANTS THEIR AFTERNOON DRINK?
I DON'T WANT TO RISK BUMPING INTO
THAT WEIRDO IN HIS NUDIENESS.
THAT WEIRDO IN HIS NUDIENESS.
FATHER CRILLY'S GONE MAD.
IT'S THIS FOOTBALL THING.
IT'S THIS FOOTBALL THING.
- 'FATHER CRILLY SPEAKING.'
- CRILLY, IT'S BISHOP BRENNAN.
- CRILLY, IT'S BISHOP BRENNAN.
STILL, IT'S GOOD WE HAVE
THIS TIME WITH HIM.
THIS TIME WITH HIM.
- DID YOU SEE IT, DOUGAL?
- NO.
- NO.
BECAUSE I'M NOT VERY GOOD
AT THAT KIND OF THING.
AT THAT KIND OF THING.
- BYE!
- BYE!
- BYE!
WHAT? NO, IT'S NOT.
IT'S A JOKE TELEPHONE.
IT'S A JOKE TELEPHONE.
- WHAT?
- TELL ME WHEN TO STOP POURING.
- TELL ME WHEN TO STOP POURING.
- I KNOW. I'VE GOT IT.
- WHAT?
- WHAT?
A POLISH POPE.
NO, I'M DOUGAL, HE'S TED.
- THE CRYING GAME.
- IT WAS BRILLIANT!
- IT WAS BRILLIANT!
JACK SCARED OF FIGHTING?
I DON'T THINK SO, TED.
I DON'T THINK SO, TED.
NO, BETWEEN US.
IT'S SIMPLE, FATHER -
YOURS WAS THE BEST SONG.
YOURS WAS THE BEST SONG.
(TED GROANING)
BUT COULD I ASK FATHER CRILLY
# AND THOUGH THE DREAM
WAS VERY SMALL
WAS VERY SMALL
OH! WHAT THE...? WHO DID THAT?
SWEARING.
SISTER MARGARET?
COME ON, TED. LET'S GO.